Late Bloomer

by Jennifer White

 

The boy ran down the hall teasing the girl in front of all the others.

"Victoria is a fat cow!!!" he taunted, as she plodded down the hall, trying to stay ahead of him.

Victoria had been heavy as a little girl, and her baby fat really never fully burned off. She was very sensitive about her weight, especially around other girls. So being at school, this was one of the worst times of all for someone to be like this to her. *Mean*. It was bad enough being teased by the popular girls. What had she ever done to make Tim hate her so much?

She hated how she was still too heavy, even though she dieted. She hated her mousy brown hair, staring jealously at the blonde tresses on Kate, one of the cheerleaders. If only she was thin and blonde, she'd be popular too! But as many times as she asked, her mom wouldn't let her get her hair dyed. She tried hard to deal with it, but she felt stuck in the body that she was given. Tim's annoying teasing only made things worse.

"You are just jealous" she said. "You're tired of getting beat up on, so you have pick on a girl."

That brought a round of laughter from the kids standing around the hall. The boy Tim was embarrassed, and his face turned red. Now he was even madder at Victoria. He'd find some other way to get her. He'd embarrass her in front of the whole school again, like he did in the last assembly. He'd get her somehow.

 

* * *

 

Since Tim Owens graduated from high school, and then from college, he had changed quite a bit. He was taller now, more mature, although he still liked to have a wild time with his friends. He got a good job at a financial services company right after leaving college, and he felt very successful. He had a house of his own now. He had a car.

For a while he had a hottie as a girlfriend, but she just left him. She wanted him to commit to marriage, but he wasn't quite ready to take that step. Now it had been months since she left him for the last time, and Tim was starting to really miss having female company. That and the fact that he hadn't been laid since she left either. He was willing to put up with all the crap you have to go through with chicks, because of what they do in the bedroom. That made it all worthwhile.

 

When Tim received the letter in the mail, telling him that his 5 year highschool class reunion was coming up in 3 months, he sent back an RSVP right away. He wanted to be sure to attend, so he could show off for all the eligible ladies, and show them what a great success he was. He decided that he'd go out and buy a really good suit, so he could be dressed like a success too. His company was business casual, so he didn't even actually *own* a suit and tie. So off it was to the stores on Main Street.

After finding a parking place and putting some coins into the parking meter, Tim started to walk down the street, heading towards one store that had advertised a sale on suits. It was located two blocks up the street from where he was.

As Tim started walking, his attention was caught by a gorgeous woman walking towards him. She was a blonde goddess, and his eyes were glued onto her. She was tall, with an athletic build, and long full thick blonde hair. Her face was pretty, her posture and movements elegant and graceful. Add to that the fact that she was wearing a flowing yellow skirt and a tight top which seemed to be straining to keep her boobs from bursting out, and you had one *really* hot chick!

"Hello" said Tim, as he neared her.

The woman stopped and tilted her head a little. Her eyes scanned him, as if trying to decide a tough question.

"Tim?" she said.

"Yes!" he replied.

Tim's mind was a whir. He had met this woman before? No way! He'd be sure to remember her! What was her name? Where had they met? Why couldn't he remember her? Tim started to panic.

"You don't remember me, do you?" said the woman in her soft purring voice.

"I'm afraid not" said Tim. "I would think that I'd remember you for sure! But I'm drawing a blank."

"We've met before" she said teasingly. "And I certainly remember you."

"Tell me your name" said Tim. "That should job my memory."

"Victoria" she said. "Hello Tim. It's been a long time."

 

Tim almost fell over. Victoria? The fat cow from highschool? She had been a nothing back then! She had been fat, not athletic like this woman. Her hair hadn't been long and blonde! He just could not believe that this was the same girl that he knew. But as he stared at her face, recognition started to creep in. He realized it *was* her. With the makeup, the plucked eyebrows, the dyed hair and all, he didn't realize it was her.

"I.....I...." started Tim, who was wondering how he could get her to go out with him on a date. Imagine if he walked into the reunion with arm candy like her! Everyone would think he was great success indeed! And she was *so* hot. He wanted her, badly. He *needed* her. Now he just had to win her over.

Tim wondered how much of a grudge she might be holding. He thought of all the things he had done to her, like creeping up from behind and snapping her bra strap. Or pulling her hair. Or putting an opened packet of catsup on her chair, so she'd sit on it and stain her skirt. Suddenly, he regretted a lot of the things he had done to her.

But she must hate him. He had to think up a good lie quickly.

"Listen," he said, "I want to tell you something. I was hoping I'd see you at the reunion, because I wanted to apologize for what I did to you when we were young. I don't know why I did all those things. I was stupid. I was young and dumb. I am *really* sorry for how I treated you, and I can only hope that you're willing to let bygones be bygones."

"That is *so* nice of you" said Victoria. "I can tell you really have grown up. What do you say we go get a coffee so we can sit down and talk?"

 

Tim was elated. They spent an hour together, and not only did she forgive him, he actually got her phone number, and they were going to meet in a few days for dinner! He couldn't believe that she wasn't still mad, and that she really liked him.

This made his ego feel even more puffed up. Not only was he a success, but this hot chick really dug him. He couldn't wait for their date!

 

* * *

 

The first date that Tim had with Victoria was wonderful. He picked her up, and got a tour of her apartment. It looked really cool, since she was an interior decorator. Not as successful as *him* he decided, but very good at what she did. Then they went out for dinner, then a movie. They talked a lot, and she actually invited him inside when he dropped her off. They shared a glass of wine before they said their good-byes.

"We really have to do this again" said Victoria. "I had a wonderful time."

"Me too" said Tim, who was hoping for a goodnight kiss. But that wasn't to be. But he *did* get a hug. He could feel her big boobs pressing up against him, and he was *so* turned on that he almost came in his pants. He couldn't wait for the next time they hooked up!

 

It was Friday of the following week when they next met. In between, they talked on the phone for hours every day. She told him that one reason that she had changed so much was that she worked out every day.

"I've been swimming" she said. "Its a full body workout, and really good for you. How would you like to come to my swim club and work out with me?"

Tim pictured her in his mind with a swimsuit on.

"Definitely!" he said.

"Great" replied Victoria. "You can come swim with me Saturday afternoon, and then we'll go out afterwards."

"It's a date" said Tim.

 

* * *

 

Tim was surprised just how good Victoria was in the pool. Not just her looks; she was a real knockout in the blue one-piece suit she swam in. But her technique and her speed was amazing to him. With his macho self image, he thought it would be no problem to keep up with her in the pool, but he had to struggle just to keep pace. Victoria even slowed down for him, and he was still lagging.

At least the dinner afterwards was very nice. She didn't taunt him or anything about outdoing him so much in the pool.

"I have a few ideas on how you can improve" she said.

"Oh, like what?" asked Tim.

"Well, its a well known fact in the swimming world, that body hair creates drag. All of those hairs on your arms, your legs and your chest, they all slow you down in the water. Swimmers who want good times shave off their body hair. I think you should too. That alone would help you keep pace with me.?

"Really?" said Tim. "I didn't know that."

"Oh yes, all the guys do it" she replied.

 

The continued to eat and talk, and everything was great. This time, when Tim dropped off Victoria, they shared a quick kiss on her doorstep. One step closer to where he wanted to be: in her bed.

 

* * *

 

"I brought you a present!" said Victoria, as Tim entered her apartment. "But first, lets have some wine."

They sipped the tasty merlot and talked for a while. Then as promised, Victoria handed a box over to Tim.

"Go ahead! Open it up" she said excitedly.

Tim took the box from her, removed the fancy bow, and tore off the wrapping paper. Then he opened the box to look inside.

"Clothes!" he said. "That's very nice of you. Thanks Victoria!"

"As you know," she said, "I'm a designer. I'm not being critical or anything, but your wardrobe is seriously out of date. If you're going to be going with me out on dates on a regular basis, we need to work on that. Its important in my business to look like you're current with all the latest. If you're going to be seen with me, I can't have you looking like *you* need updating. Its just business. I hope you can understand."

"Sure" said Tim. "I've never been very good at clothes anyway. I just put on whatever."

"Go try it on" said Victoria. "Lets see how it fits. Then you'll look cool when we go out dancing tonight."

Tim went into her bedroom and shut the door. He hoped that one day very soon he'd be in her bedroom, shutting the door, but *with* her. He took off his shirt and pants, and then put on the new outfit that Victoria had bought him.

"This shirt is funny" he said when he returned to the livingroom where she was seated, drinking her wine, browsing a home decorating magazine.

"Funny how?" she asked.

"Well first of all, the buttons are on the wrong side."

"Huh" she said. "That's strange. It must be that designer. They're European you know."

"And then there's the fabric. It feels so soft and delicate."

"I know. Isn't it luxurious? That's the latest trend, with soft shimmery fabrics."

"Okay" said Tim. "And lastly, it's how it fits. It seems kind of short, and I can't tuck it in. But the arms and chest are kind of loose and baggy. Its fine in the stomach, but look at how loose it is up here across my chest."

"Thats how its supposed to fit" said Victoria. "You really are out of it when it comes to fashion!"

"Really?" said Tim.

"Of course" she replied. "You look wonderful in it. I'll be *proud* to have you with me in public with that on."

"And these pants are kind of funny too" he said. "I mean, they're kind of tight up here in the crotch. They kind of pinch in a bit above the hips too. Good thing its such a stretchy material. And I haven't worn anything with a bell bottom like this before."

Victoria shook her head.

"I swear, you're so out of it! You're still living in the eighties, aren't you! Get with the program Tim. And anyway, *I* think you look wonderful. What does it matter if you're not used to the latest style?"

"I guess," he said, "but I feel funny."

"You'll get used to it" she said. "Now lets talk about something more important. Where are you taking me to dinner?"

 

With that, Tim's attention was drawn away from the unusual clothes he had on. If he *had* been more fashion conscious, he would have realized that they outfit she had given him consisted of *women's* clothes. He was about to go out to dinner with her dressed up as a woman, and he didn't even realize it.

 

* * *

 

At was about a week later, after a date when Tim wore another outfit that Victoria had given him, that they made love for the first time. To him, it was a fantasy come true: a conquest of a woman who could pass for a model. He was thrilled and exhilarated, but Victoria acted indifferent. She seemed more excited by just talking to him earlier in the day, than she did from what happened in bed.

They were now seeing each other almost daily. And for the next week, almost every day they made love. But again, Victoria acted indifferent and disinterested, almost as if it was chore she had to do, not something that she liked doing.

So when she suggested that they try something a little different, Tim was willing to give it a go. He was able to get off, being on top of her, looking at her gorgeous body below him. But if she was *into* it, now that would be a great experience for him! He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her smiling face.

"I want to try something that's just a little kinky" she said, which surprised him. She didn't seem the type to go for something wild.

"Sure" he replied. "I'm game."

"Great. Now just hang out here for a minute, I'll be right back."

Victoria went to her dresser, and returned with a pink bra in her hand. It was a white bra, which she handed to Tim. His hand was trembling a little. This was a *woman's* undergarment, something he wasn't use to handling.

"Now put it on for me" said Victoria, in her sexiest voice. "I know you love my boobs. I want you to feel what it's like to have a bra caressing your chest. I want you to feel the soft fabric cupping you, like it does to me. That would turn me on *so* much to see you in one of my bras."

Tim was rather shocked. He thought she was going to ask for oral sex or a new position or something. This was kind of wild! But if that was what she wanted to get off, he was willing to give it a go. What harm could it be?

He took the bra, and fumbled to get it on.

"You can put it around you, without your arms in the straps, like this" said Victoria. "Now it's easier to hook up, since you can see what you're doing. Now just spin it around, and put your arms through the loops. There! Look at you!"

Tim looked down at his chest, and he felt really silly. He was wearing a bra, which had a tight band going around his chest. There was an unfamiliar feeling of straps going over his shoulders. An underwire in the front dug into him just a little.

And then there was the padding. It had to be half an inch thick. Even with his flat chest, it made it look like he little boobs, like a schoolgirl. And in the middle, between the two soft padded cups, there was a little pink bow. There was a lacy trim at the top. He felt very intimidated by it!

"Ooh, you turn me on so much" said Victoria, who suddenly seemed to be *really* into it. "I want you so bad baby! Put that thing of yours into me right now! I can't stand it not having you inside me! F**k me now!!!!"

Tim couldn't believe it. She was like an animal, wanting him so bad that she was clawing at him, pulling him close to her. He forgot about wearing the bra, and quickly undressed so he could enter the inviting space between her legs, which were spread wide open for him.

As soon as he entered her, she reached up and put her hands over the cups of his bra. Her face changed to one of total pleasure and passion, and she began to moan loudly.

"Oh yes baby! Put it to me! You're *so* good! Come on baby, f**k me harder! Oh yes!!!! Yes!!!!!"

As Tim slid himself in and out, in and out, Victoria made all sorts of faces, moaned, cried and gasped. Seeing her in the throes of total orgasm and pleasure made Tim feel *really* good inside. *He* was doing this to her. It pumped up his ego, and made him feel ten feet tall.

 

"That was *so* good" said Victoria when they were done. They fell asleep in each other's arms, with Tim still wearing the bra.

 

* * *

 

Tim woke up still in the bra. He took it off when he showered, and left it in her clothes hamper. All day he hung out with Victoria. In the late afternoon, they decided to head out for early dinner. They went into the bedroom to freshen up and change. When Tim saw her take off her jeans and pull out her skirt, he got very aroused and hard. He came on to her, and she was responsive.

He got her undressed, and got her into bed. They made love. But as she had been before, she seemed indifferent. Just a straight face.

"How was that?" asked Tim when he dismounted from her.

"Okay" she said, using a tone of voice that said "I'm just saying this so as not to hurt your feelings."

Even Tim could read that she was telling a lie for his benefit. He shrugged it off, and they dressed to go out.

 

The next three days, they made love three more times, and each time, Victoria reacted with boredom and indifference. It was driving Tim crazy that he didn't make her climax. He didn't drive her wild. He seemed to be the only one deriving pleasure from their lovemaking sessions.

And so, when they hooked up a couple of days later, when they got into her bedroom, he decided to try what she liked again.

"Where's your bra?" he said.

"You'll wear it for me again?" said Victoria.

"Sure" he replied.

Victoria lit up. She went to her dresser, and retrieved it for Tim. He put it on, much faster this time, and she acted totally aroused.

"I want to jump your bones" she said, getting all aggressive and excited. Soon they were making love again, and she was writhing in pleasure below him, moaning, screaming, digging her nails into his back. It was a hundred times more exciting than the past few times! No, a *thousand* times better. The look on her face alone was worth it.

 

From then on, Tim always put on one of Victoria's bras when they went to bed together.

 

* * *

 

"You know what would be exciting?" said Victoria, when Tim came over a couple of days later.

"What's that?" replied Tim.

"Well, as you know, a lot of the excitement from lovemaking comes from your *mind*. Now you know how much you turn me on when you wear a bra to bed. What I was thinking, was that if you'd put on one *now*, then I would *know* you have one on all night. And all night, that will make me think of one thing."

"Making love" he replied.

"Exactly! It would just drive me crazy thinking of you in one all night. Do you think you'd be willing to try that for me?"

"I suppose" he said.

"Wonderful!" replied Victoria. "Go put one on now. You know where I keep them."

 

Tim returned with a bra under the shirt he was wearing, which happened to be one that Victoria had bought for him. He didn't realize that he was really wearing a *blouse*. But he was very much aware of the bra he had on underneath. How could he *not* notice it?

But as the evening wore on, and they sat to watch a DVD he had rented, he kind of started to get used to it and forget about it. Victoria was very loving touched him all the time. He loved all the attention she was lavishing on him, and he realized that it had something to do with the bra.

And that night, she went wild in bed.

 

 

The next day, Tim came over to Victoria's apartment to see her. She acted nice, like a friend, but not all turned on and excited like she had been the night before.

"Excuse me a moment" said Tim, who went into her bedroom. When he returned, he pulled the collar of his shirt over to the side, to show off the bra strap on his shoulder.

Victoria's who demeanor changed, and suddenly, she was very loving and affectionate. She walked right up to him, kissed him, and pulled him close to her.

 

* * *

 

"You're doing much better" said Victoria, as she and Tim got out of the pool. "You see, ever since you removed your body hair, your lap times have improved quite a bit."

"You were right" he replied, nodding his head. He *was* doing a lot better keeping up with her in the pool. It had felt weird at first to have hairless legs, but he quickly got used to it. As an added bonus, Victoria pointed out how much better it felt to have the soft silky cups of one of her bras touching his bare chest, instead of all those hairs getting in the way.

They went into the locker rooms to change, and then they headed back to Victoria's apartment.

"I have a surprise for you" she told him when they entered.

"What's that?" asked Tim.

"Follow me" she said.

She led him to the bedroom, and walked over to the dresser.

"Since you end up staying the night here a couple of times a week now, I cleared out some room in the closet for you to hang up some clothes. I have a couple of new outfits for you in there. I also have a drawer here, just for you now. Go ahead, look inside!"

Tim opened up the drawer she pointed to. There were several pairs of socks, a couple of T-shirts folded up neatly, as well as something he didn't quite expect: three bras. A pink one, a white one, and a black one.

"Bras?" he said.

"Yes" replied Victoria in her sexy voice. "Since you turn me on so much when you wear one, I thought that you'd like to have your own ones. You kind of stretched out mine, since you've got those wonderful big shoulders of yours. So I bought those for you as a present!"

"And what about this?" said Tim, holding up a pair of pink panties.

"They had a sale. I got three pairs for free if I bought three bras. Why don't you try a pair on right now? That would *really* turn me on, to think of your package wrapped up in soft silky panties. Mmmmmmm."

Tim was already going to put on the bra for her, so what harm would it be to add panties? It turned her on so much too, so it seemed like a great idea. He undressed, then put on the bra and panties.

"Now come look at the new outfits I bought for you" said Victoria, sounding giddy with excitement.

Tim followed her into the closet. She pointed out an area of the closet that was reserved for him. First, she handed him a pair of khaki pants.

"They're awful short" he said, as he pulled them up. They had the same lack of room in the crotch, but at least they were made of a nice stretchy material.

"They're supposed to be short like that" she replied. "Nice and cool for summer."

"I guess" he replied.

"And to keep you cool too, I got a nice tank top to match."

She handed him a white tank top. Tim didn't normally wear tank tops, and he was surprised at how narrow the straps over the shoulders were. They barely covered up the straps from his bra. He was deathly afraid that if he went outside in this outfit, someone would see that he was wearing a bra underneath. He expressed his concerns to Victoria.

"Oh you silly. We're just eating in today. I made us a nice healthy low-carb chicken salad. Nobody is going to see you but *me*. And I *like* what I see."

She stood very close to him, and rubbed up against him. Tim melted. He kissed her, and she put her hands around him, holding him close.

"My sexy little lover" she whispered into his ear.

 

They spent the whole day at her apartment, and by evening, Tim had pretty much gotten used to wearing his outfit.

And so the next day when she gave him something similar to wear, he didn't really think about it as they went out to the mall, where she wanted to pick up a few things for herself.

"I also got you a nice pair of new shoes that will match your outfit" she said, handing him the white flats. "They may be a little tight on you, because this brand runs narrow."

"Okay" he said, pulling on the pair of flats.

As Tim walked out the door, he didn't realize that not on thing that he was wearing was intended for a guy. Victoria had put him into a complete outfit for a girl, and he didn't even realize. She smiled as she saw his pantyline showing, and just a hint of bra strap visible from the rear.

 

* * *

 

As their relationship developed, Victoria continued to introduce more and more feminine attire into Tim's wardrobe. One day she talked him into wearing pantyhose, but just under his jeans. Nobody would see them, nobody but her would know. And it would *really* turn her on. So of course, he did it.

Then she got him to wear it with his capri pants.

"You'll only be showing just a tiny bit of leg. Nobody will notice."

Then one day, she got him to wear them with his new pair of pink shorts.

"It will only be us here in my apartment today. You don't have to worry about anyone seeing them."

She got him used to being in pantyhose, until they became like the bra or the panties; he was so used to them that he didn't really think about them anymore. And then, she was ready to show off more of him in public.

 

In the meantime, Victoria had been working on a few other things with Tim's progression. She bought a nightie for him to sleep in. She got him to wear it by having him put it on before they made love. She did it on a night when he was already tired, and they had both drunk quite a bit of wine. So after they were done, the fell asleep almost immediately, with Tim in his nightie. After that, it became his regular sleeping attire.

She had also bought him a pair of boots to wear with his jeans. They were black, with a pointy toe, and a bit of a heel.

"I don't know" he said when he pulled them on and looked in the mirror. "I don't like these heels."

"Oh come on" said Victoria. "All boots have heels. You know: boot heels!"

"I guess" he said. "These just seem kind of high to me."

"That's just because you're not used to them. You'll forget all about them after you've worn the boots a few times."

 

* * *

 

One day when Tim was at Victoria's house, she had a present for him. He excitedly opened it, and found that it was a gold necklace, with a heart shaped locket that had the letter V engraved.

"So that you'll always think of me, my love" she said.

He put it on without question. And of course, that led to more passionate lovemaking with her right away in bed.

 

"I need your help dear" said Victoria the next morning after breakfast.

"What can I do for you?" asked Tim.

"Well, I've got this gown that I need to hem up. I need to pin up the hem so I can sew it just right. But it is really hard to do unless you've got one of those mannequins to put it on, like at the department store displays."

"You want me to go buy you a mannequin?"

"Well, I'd only use it once a year or something. Would you be a dear, and help me with this?"

"You mean put on the gown for you so you can hem it up?"

"Sure" he said. That would be easy to do.

"You're such a dear" she said, giving him a warm kiss on the cheek. She led him by the hand to the bedroom, where she had the flowing formal gown hanging in the closet. She pulled it out, and laid it on the bed. It was gorgeous, a creamy color, shiny with sequins.

Victoria helped Tim step into the gown. She knelt down with a box of pins, a few of which she put into her mouth.

"Quit moving" she said. "I can't get it in place if you keep doing that."

"I can't help it" he replied. "It keeps wanting to slip off of me."

"Let me see" said Victoria, considering the situation. "Hmmm. Oh, I see. It's your boobs. Or lack of them. That's why it keeps slipping off of you. This style uses your boobs to help keep it up. Let me go get something to stuff your bra."

Tim stood there helplessly as Victoria stuffed one sock after the other into his bra, until the cups were full and jutting out sharply in front of him. Now the gown stayed firmly in place.

Victoria went around and pinned it in place.

"Spin around, so I can see how it flows" she said.

Tim spun around for her, feeling the skirt lightly touching the pantyhose on his legs, which was a wonderful new sensation he had never felt before. He had to admit that he kind of liked it, but he wasn't going to admit that to her!

 

* * *

 

On a Saturday the following weekend, Victoria told him she was done sewing, and wanted to check out the gown again.

"Would you be a dear and help me?"

"Sure" said Tim.

Victoria went to her closet, and returned with something in her hand.

"What are those?" asked Tim.

"These are breast forms" she said. "Take your bra off, and I'll glue them on."

"Why?" he asked nervously.

"Because, when I saw you with your bra stuffed full, I started to get wet right away. If you'd put these on, it would *really* be a turn-on for me" she said.

As it was, they hadn't made love in a few days, and Tim was feeling really horny. After being used to a daily dose of sex, going three days without felt like months to him! So anything to turn her on.

She glued the forms into place, and told him to hold them for a minute while the dried.

"Plus, with this type of gown, you don't wear a bra. It has one built-in" she said. "Oh, by the way, I got some new wine last night. Try a sip, and tell me what you think. I poured a glass for you in the kitchen."

Tim walked through the house with his new fake boobs glued on his chest. They jiggled as he walked, and it was really weird to see the large nipples sticking out at the end of them. He kind of wanted to get into a bra, so he could hide them!

He took a sip of the wine, and walked back into the bedroom.

"How is the wine dear?"

"Very good" said Tim, sipping yet again.

"Okay, now into the gown with you" said Victoria.

Tim took another swig of the wine. He felt like he needed a drink! He put on the gown, then took yet another sip, draining his glass.

"You really *must* like it" said Victoria. "I'll go get us a glass. Wait here."

She went to the kitchen, and Tim could hear cupboards opening and glasses clinking. He took at look at himself in the mirror, and he didn't like what he saw looking back at him. With the realistic breast forms and the gown, he was shocked how much it made him look like a woman.

There had been little things that Victoria had done with him over the past few weeks, that now all of a sudden seemed to come together in his mind. Like the day she had told him that he had a unibrow problem, and she had plucked his eyebrows. They had seemed too thin when she was done with them, but she assured him that they'd grow back quickly.

"Sorry, I guess I got carried away" she said. "I'm used to plucking mine even thinner than that, so they didn't seem too bad to me."

"I guess" Tim had said, not sure if he liked how he looked with then eyebrows. But now wearing a flowing gown, with fake boobs on his chest, he suddenly had a panicked reaction.

"She's turning me into a girl" he suddenly realized.

Thoughts ran through his head. She had him wearing panties and a bra daily. He was shaving his legs. He was wearing a nightie. Everything before seemed to have a good reason. To turn her on in bed. To swim better. To make her desire him.

But now, it all added up. He felt like he had to get away. He desperately wanted to get out of the gown, and leave. But he felt tired. Very tired. He was dizzy in fact. He sat on the bed, panting for breath.

"There there Emma" said Victoria. "Go to sleep my little girl. When you wake up, I'll have makeup on your face. I'll have your hair done up all fancy. You will be a pretty girl for me."

Tim tried to stand up to leave, but he fell back, passed out.

 

* * *

 

Tim awoke, and found that he was in the back seat of Victoria's car. He felt totally disoriented. He looked down, and realized that he was still wearing the gown. Only now, there was something wrong.

His hands. They had long red nails. And rings on the fingers. And bracelets on his right wrist, along with an elegant lady's watch on his left wrist.

He smelled funny. He smelled of makeup and perfume. He sat up a bit, and caught sight of himself in the rearview mirror.

His hair! It looked like he had long hair, all done up fancy, like a bridesmaid or something. He wanted to reach up and touch it, but he felt so tired, he could barely move.

His head slumped down, and he caught sight of the high heel shoes on his feet. They were silver and glittery, a fine match for the gown.

"What are you doing to me?" he said weakly.

"Oh Emma, you're awake! You were a very tired girl" said Victoria. "I'm glad you've had your beauty sleep. But you need to wake up. We're almost there."

 

Tim's head was spinning. He couldn't focus, and had no idea where he was. Victoria parked the car, and helped him out. He wanted fresh air. That would help clear his head. He stood up, and surprisingly, did a great job of walking in heels. The boots had given him ample practice to make wearing heels second nature. He felt a rush of wind ruffle the skirt on his gown.

"We had better get inside" said Victoria, leading him by the hand. He went with her in the doors, where he heard a loud crowd noise. It sounded like lots of people were in there, all talking at once. Victoria pulled them through the doors to the hall, and Tim stepped it. His eyes took a second to adjust to the light. And then he realized: he was at the class reunion.

He had totally forgotten about it! He was so into Victoria that he hadn't thought about his reunion in quite a while. But there they were, in front of all his old classmates, and he was dressed up in a gown, looking like a girl! Tim looked helplessly at Victoria.

"You've got to get me out of here!" he said. "I can't let people see me like this!"

"Don't be ridiculous dear" she replied. "All my friends are here. You're not going to embarrass me by walking out now. If you leave Emma, you're leaving me for good. And you can just walk home."

Tim realized that he was trapped. He had no money on him. And there was no way he could walk twelve miles home in a gown, wearing heels! Victoria had conveniently trapped him in the class reunion like that!

"Why are you calling me 'Emma'?" he said.

"Because that's your name now."

She turned and waived her hands.

"Phyllis? Is that you? Look at you!!! You're gorgeous!" said Victoria, lighting up as she saw her old friend.

"Vic! Oh my goodness! I haven't seen you in years! You finally died your hair blonde like you wanted."

"As soon as I moved out. Mom wanted to kill me when she saw it for the first time, but I'd never give up my blonde hair!"

The two girls chatted for a moment, until Phyllis turned and looked at Tim.

"And who is this?" she said. "You look familiar, but..."

"This is Emma" said Victoria. "She used to be Tim. Do you remember, Tim Owens?"

"Tim!" said Phyllis. "That nasty boy who used to be mean to you?"

"*She* isn't nasty anymore. She's a good girl now. Tim was an awful wretched man, but she has become a good girl. Isn't that right, Emma?"

Tim stood there, too overcome by fear and emotion to say anything. How could Victoria go around introducing him like that? How could she tell Phyllis that he was a woman now?

 

"Tim, is that you? What happened to you, man?" said Rick, an old friend of his who he hadn't seen in years.

"It's 'Emma' now" said Phyllis helpfully.

"Emma? What's gotten into you. Have you lost your....hey! Are those boobs?" said Rick, feeling shocked and disgusted.

"I usually just wear a bra" said Tim defensively, "but...."

His words trailed off as he realized what he had just said out loud, to a guy who he was friends with.

"Hey, Jack, get a load of this!" yelled Rick. "Tim's a chick now!"

Jack, another old friend from school came over, and laughed out loud.

"I always thought you were a wuss" said Jack, smiling an evil smile at Tim.

 

Soon, there was a crowd gathered around, to look at Tim. They were all mocking him.

"Looks like a cow, with those udders" said one guy.

"You're make a really ugly chick" said another.

Tim's head was clearing now, and he was able to think straight. He realized that they were all teasing him like he had teased Victoria, back at school, which seemed like ages ago.

He had wanted to make a big impression with his former classmates. And he had managed to do so. But instead of them all thinking him to be a big success, now they all thought that he was some kind of freak. A guy who wanted to be a chick. No! This was all wrong.

"Please stop" he said. "You don't understand."

"I understand" said Phyllis. "It must be hard for a guy who wishes he was a girl. Its hard enough being a girl when you're born female. I can imagine how hard it is for *you*."

That brought another round of laughter from everyone.

"Come on, leave her alone!" said Phyllis defensively. "You're going to make her cry!"

"The poor baby girl is a crybaby" said Jack mockingly. "Don't tease her, you might hurt her feelings!"

 

Tim thought that he had sunk as low as was possible. He was suddenly filled with a raging anger against Victoria. She had tricked him. This was all *her* fault. He looked for her, but she wasn't there. A few moments ago, she had been standing next to him, but now she was gone. He looked around, but she was nowhere to be seen.

As he turned, the skirt of his gown swished against his leg. He felt trapped in the female attire. He was so upset and angry! He just had to get away from everyone. And then he'd find a way to get even with Victoria. He was almost ready to kill her for what she had done to him!

 

But then he saw something even worse. Behind the crowd that had gathered around him Victoria was standing there. In man's arms.

Tim walked over to see who it was that she was kissing. The couple turned and looked at him. It was Chuck, the captain of the football team. One of the guys who had beat up on Tim in school. One of the cool popular guys. The kind that Tim had wanted to show up at the reunion with his success. And Chuck was holding Victoria close!

"Emma, you remember Chuck?" said Victoria.

"Hi Emma" said Chuck. "Vic has told me all about you."

Tim stood there too stunned to talk. He really didn't know what to say.

"We've got some good news everyone" said Victoria.

She held up her hand, with her palm pointing towards her face. There were oohs and aahs from the crowd, as they looked at the three carat diamond engagement ring on her finger.

"We're getting married!!!" she said, her face lit up with a huge smile.

There was a loud applause from the crowd, except for Tim, who was now crying. In just one day, he had lost everything. His respect from his friends. His manhood. And now, he had lost Victoria too. She was going to marry Chuck, who he hated. No!!!!!

 

Victoria walked up to him and smiled.

"You're not a real man" she said. "You never were. Now I'm with someone strong and *masculine*. As for you, you can hang out with the girlies. You're one of them now, you know."

She went behind him and pulled on the back of his gown, letting go so that it snapped against him. Almost like what he had done to her bra in the hallways so many times back at school.

"Good-bye Emma" said Victoria. "I hope you can find a man for yourself some day. Chuck is going to take me home now, and we're going to make love all night long. You were so small, I could barely feel you inside of me, but he is a *real* man. He fills me up, and *really* makes me come."

"Victoria is going off of birth control, so we can have a baby right away" said Chuck, gloatingly. "If its a girl, maybe we'll name it after you."

"No honey, we don't want to name her after someone so weak and pathetic. We'll name her after Phyllis."

"Sure Vic, whatever you want" said Chuck, pulling her towards him and kissing her again. "Now lets get out of here, and leave this loser wuss behind us."

"Good-bye" said Victoria again. "Good-bye *forever*."

 

Tim could only stand there completely helpless, his eyes filled with tears, as he watched the perfect tall blonde goddess of his dreams walk away with her hand already down Chuck's pants.

"The girls are all going out for drinks" said Phyllis, as she handed him a tissue from her purse. "Vic says that you're really one of us now. Do you want to join us?"

"Okay" said Tim glumly. He was in desperate need of company. Phyllis was being so nice to him, now that he was a girl. He followed her with several other girls, into a car and sped away. From that day on, his life would never be the same....

  

  

  

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